I write again on this foreign keyboard. Going from right to left. hah.Also going from italics to normal. My brain is hurtin. Ok, now to my actual post. Yesterday was  a magical day. I literally could feel single fibers of my soul healing. I went to my uncles friends farm here in Jordan. Wish I could upload a photo, but forgot my damn phone charger. Anyway, we cooked kebab the traditional way on a tanoor, or an underground oven, and my dad and uncles made kebab on an open fire. I spend most of the time sitting next to my aging bibi (grandma) under a date tree.  She told me a lollybag mix of stories from her past. Some were sad and some were so incoherent ..she drifted in and out of thought, and at one point asked if my dad was drunk... it was hilarious. god I love family. and culture. I also learnt that the man who owned the farm, and his wife who were sitting in our presence laughing and being wonderful hosts, had just lost their daughter. The husband had accidentally backed up on the driveway and hit her. It was such a sad story, but I was so humbled to be around them . Around my entire family, as they reminisced about the good old Iraq under the date tree. It was just unexplainable how bitter sweet the atmosphere was.Iraqis are so strong. I guess God knew that when he dealt us our fate. I wish we were sitting under a date palm tree in Iraq though.

This song from ABBA always reminds me of my uncles,.. I first heard it when we were stopped at a checkpoint in Iraq the last time I went in 2003. It was really dangerous at that time, because that was where most bombs would go off, and I had just seen one go off infront of us 4 days ago. My uncle could tell I was scared so he turned up the radio really loud, and this song was on. To distract me, he started singing the song below in his best English accent... 

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